Chloe wanna stab.

[Chloe Grant]

"Ok." Chloe said "I'll just get my things and leave. Like you want me to do."

[Derek Scott]

"Oh fuck you. You're the one who left, you're the one who's intent on making me into a bad guy here and blowing every goddamn thing out of proportion. I don't want you to go, but I don't have to take this."

[Chloe Grant]

"I'll stay." Chloe said "If you want me to."

[Derek Scott]

"Of course I want you to stay! I love you!"

[Chloe Grant]

"You promise?"

[Derek Scott]

Derek rubbed his temples. "Okay, Chlo, next time? This'd be a good thing to ask before you tell me to fuck off and die?" he said, trying to calm down. "Because of course I promise."

[Chloe Grant]

"Ok." Chloe said, taking a step towards him "I love you too. Sometimes, it scares me how much."

[Derek Scott]

"Then why don't you just say that? And, y'know, ask me? Because... I mean, I've got no problems with you being a bird," he said, reaching out as she came closer.

[Chloe Grant]

"Promise?" Chloe said, stepping into his embrace.

[Derek Scott]

"I promise," he said quietly, pulling her into his lap. "Can you blame me for liking you better like this, though?" he asked with a little grin, sliding his hand up her back.

[Chloe Grant]

"It does make some things easier." Chloe admitted.

[Derek Scott]

"I mean... if you want me petting you as a bird, we can do that... Or I can do this," he said, pulling her down to kiss her.